I wonder if I'm not right for your everyday life. Snow fell from the white sky. "It's fine," I said, and the sigh I let out remained for a moment before disappearing lonely. I wonder if it's falling in your town too. Ah, right now, by your side...

↓Chorus↓ I want it to be you who smiles and says the snow is beautiful. But even you looking happy saying "It's cold, isn't it," or you looking like you're having fun saying "Thank you" at the end of the hand I grabbed when you almost tripped... I want all of that to be you. ↑Chorus↑

Before I knew it, almost everything around me was dyed white, and I almost forgot about the mess. I tried to send a text saying "It piled up more than expected," but I put it back in my pocket mid-draft. I wish I could change into the strong, kind person that people like. I want it to be you who smiles and says the snow is beautiful. The answer I almost gave makes my heart ache; I don't know how to give it or where to throw it away, I'm just terrified of the scenery you're seeing. Come to think of it, no matter what movie I watch, what novel or music I experience, the heroine I overlap with is always you. The distant places I want to go, the night skies I want to see—the person I draw next to me is always... even though it's a town I should be used to, I'm so foolish. When white snow falls in your town, who will you want to see? Who will you want to tell that the snow is beautiful? For me, it's definitely... it's me.